The demon scam

You don't move a muscle, afraid that she might bite your throat, or worse, if you provoke her in any way.

The cat-demon flicks her black tail and smiles, looking rather amused. "What's wrong, cutie? I'm not gonna eat you..."

Slightly relieved, you push youself up, grimacing at the pain in your body. You try to look strong though, and you dust yourself off and face the cat-demon.